moving is always bittersweet. on one hand there’s always the anticipation of something new and exciting, but on the flip side, there’s the sadness of leaving something that’s been a large part of your life. today i started packing stuff away so that i can put it into storage. it really sucked. i’m trying to throw stuff away as much as possible since i’m such a packrat and i acquire so much junk… but it’s super hard for me to part with pretty much anything. *everything* has some kind of sentimental value to it. each thing i throw away pains me a lot. but i gotta do it.
it’s a really odd thing to think that all the stuff that i do pack, i wont see again for a whole year. usually when you move, you put everything in boxes, and then take it out the following week at the new place, but most of my stuff is going into storage. i keep trying to imagine what it’s gonna feel like a year from now opening up these boxes again and peering inside at the life that i left behind for so long. how am i gonna view all my possessions after spending a whole year w/ just a backpack to my name?
but it’s not just throwing away my possessions that makes me bummed. there’s so much more that i’m leaving behind than that. i’ve lived here for about 2.5 years, and i’m really gonna miss this place. i totally love this house, and i love SF. plus, i’m really gonna miss my roommates. i’ve been living w/ erica for about 5 years. that’s *such* a long time. it’s gonna be so bizarre not to live w/ her anymore. i’m really gonna miss being able to see her all the time.
it’s weird… everyone always says how every cloud has a silver lining… but the same usually applies in reverse. most good things have a dark lining. for every good thing you get, you usually have to give something up.. whether it be money, time, or whatnot. this rtw trip is definitely gonna be an incredible once in a life time experience, but at the same time, it’s rough that i’m gonna leave pretty much everything and everyone that i hold near and dear behind…
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heh you know, its weird, i used to be the same way, but after returning from my rtw i am ready to get rid of a lot of things that i was so attached to before… if only i had been able to let go of it before i left, i would have saved money on storage space 🙂
and i was only gone half the time you will be…
Vlad, I’m in the exact same place right now… it is strange to be putting things in storage and knowing I won’t be seeing them for a long time. I think that’s made it a little easier to get rid of things, though. Some things I look at and I’m SURE that in a year I’ll be thinking, “Why the hell did I save this crap!?” Good luck…
When I moved in with Tom, I put the majority of my stuff in storage so I lost track of what I owned. Sometimes, I’d think about all those boxes, wondering what was inside, fantasizing about the day that I finally got to see it all again. When I moved into my own place in Sac, I finally got the opportunity to open my forgotten belongings – it was like Christmas! 🙂
it’s weird, soehow i dont really think it’d be like christmas for me. i’m deeply nostalgic in some really odd ways. as much as i love remembering the past, often times thinking about it makes me really sad. in the last few days i’ve unearthed all sorts of stuff from way back in the day… old diaries, essays from high school, letters, etc. looking through all of it really makes me feel super melancholy… although i really can’t tell why. it’s not like i really miss being in highschool or whatnot.. maybe it’s some weird thing about my youth slipping away farther and farther or something… or maybe not.
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